By Brennan

 Thirteen years I've known this land,

This land of which I came.

In this place I was first scanned,

By proud eyes who also knew my name.

Soon it was clear I was no shame,

Watched lovingly from to to fro.

My first year passed by somewhat tame,

And into boyhood did I soon go.

I loved my life, my family, my home,

They all seemed great to me.

I then began to quickly grow,

And my learning soon commenced to be.

The school was my favorite place to be,

I enjoyed discovering all new things.

So much I learned and so quickly,

Like a group of chimes so loudly rings.

Then my life grew hardening,

My family split in a great sad roar.

For a long time I felt a great sting,

In my soul a maddening soar.

It became somewhat better, better than before,

As things settled down in a somewhat better way.

My new house was a cottage with a small battered door,

I soon learned to live with it, as I now do say.

My mother bought us a new place to stay,

A nice, fine house in Covington.

It was like the morning of a bright new day,

A new chapter my life had begun.

My life seemed such a good one,

I thought it was so great.

All things shone with perfection,

A great time it did create.

I began to mature none to late.

From child to man I did undertake.

Everyone I knew saw the rate,

Of which I was growing like a snake.

But, I was just a boy despite my own sake,

Only in fifth grade, eleven years old.

I was still in a good year, a piece of cake,

A cake that seemed could never grow cold.

Now I am thirteen, in my year of gold,

I enjoy life and take it responsibly.

I hop to make a name for myself bold,

Good aspirations I see.